I find the solitude of looking at mountains in chilly air quite refreshing. On the way to eastern washington this past weekend we visited a rest stop with a spectacular view. For the first time I saw jagged mountain peaks and stark grey, mossy trees. I could truly imagine the countless fantasy stories I’ve read happening here, and I’m sure that now, whenever “jagged peaks” shows up in a story, I’ll think of this place. Plenty of photagraphers lined the path up here, taking snapshots of the pristine peaks, and it made me think of my photography class coming up in the fall at BCC. That day, the exact day we found this place, I had recieved a classic film camera, ready for my black-and-white photography class. Alas, I had no film. Next time we go to this place, I’ll know more about photography, and will be able to take more amazing shots.
Photo: A picture I took while at this viewpoint. My camera almost died, this was the second to last picture it was able to take. Exactly why manual cameras are better!